Looking up from her knitting, my sister handed me more yarn, a fiery orange formed ball of vibrant color, a hue that reminded me of the autumn leaves that were swirling in the crisp late afternoon breeze outside our window.
We smiled at each other, got up, donned our galoshes and coat then hurried outside for a stroll through the drying leaves.
When the sun disappeared over the horizon we were happy to come home, resume our knitting while warming up our hands with our joint silky wool knitting project.
-Hélène Vaillant ©Short Stories
For: Three Line Tales, Week Thirty-Three